Декаданс [Dekadans] [English translation]

You're trapped by the barefoot dance,

The dream turns your head,

I'm the last singer (/worshipper) of decadence

And you will melt at my song

You say, "Nothing (bad) happens.."

If I'll be a little bit rude,

You're talking, and the resin exudes

In the corners of your blackened lips.

Decadence,

Decadence,

Decadence,

Decadence.

How did we get into interlacing

Of broken destinies and flowers?

Well, it's better than to leave your life for later

in a time of blooming.

We'll be deceived, we will believe,

Like falling into trance again,

Like doors to the world called Decadence

are opened again..

Decadence,

Decadence,

Decadence,

Decadence.

You can't hide your face under the mask,

Everything is unveiled and for real.

This world doesn't resemble a fairy-tale,

But still, - it's lived-in.

And (something) forbidden is pulsing in heart -

Intoxicating, racking, ruining...

You keep silence, but the resin exudes

In the corners of your blackened lips.

Decadence,

Decadence.

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Pevets Dekadansa (Певец Декаданса)